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Madeline Wynn

Daughter of the Fallen

Synopsis

Most sixteen-year olds aren't worried about the fate of their immortal souls. May Krieg should be. Typically, honors student May's biggest problems have revolved around her super-hot arch-rival, Jack. But when a school project takes them ghost-hunting in a local cemetery, she discovers that an ominous force roams in the darkness around her. And it follows her home. It claws its way into her life, burning messages into her wall and imprinting them onto her body. Even worse, she can't tell if it's trying to possess her... or protect her. May's thoughts soon become actions, causing the target of her anger severe physical pain and giving her a rush the likes of which she has never experienced. She quickly realizes that she needs to find a way to reign in this power before she kills someone. May hates the pleasure it gives her, hates herself for hurting others, but she can't stop. As her entire world shatters around her, she is forced to ask what her soul is worth-- and who would she risk losing her soul to save?

Author Biography

Madeline Wynn holds a master's degree in procrastination. When she's not writing, she can be found ghost hunting, gardening and parading around her home state of Connecticut with her husband, dog and two kids.
She loves to hear from her readers, so feel free to come visit her at:
http://madelinewynnbooks.com on Twitter at @MadWynn or by email madelinewynnbooks@gmail.com.

Author Insight

Meet May

May is a typical teen. Sort of snarky but on the inside, very sweet. In this passage she's dealing with a new injury to her foot.
I like the insight it gives to her mindset.
Enjoy!
Maddy
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Book Excerpt

Daughter of the Fallen

Sunday is tough in the best of weeks. The day of church, homework, and foreboding about the week ahead initially looked pretty good: it was sunny.

Thank God for the codeine…. even if I did whack old Mrs. Jones in the shin with my crutch, at least I got to sleep though the sermon. Waking up covered in drool I could have lived without, but still.